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Volume 9: Shakugan Shana Chapter 4: Brief Peace

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    "Marcosias, this city is really in chaos!"

    On the roof of the hotel, there is a lady who looks to be just over 20 years old. She has a unique European beauty. Her long golden hair is tied into a single ponytail. She wears rimless glasses and has a sharp aura.  The eyes behind the glasses show through.

    "Torch, Fire Mist Warrior! Ah haha, this city is really a mess! What do you think we should do? My lovely wine glass, Marjorine Duo."

    The magic book slung under Sister Yu¡¯s shoulder was talking nonsense, the sound was extremely noisy, like an old tape recorder.

    "Is [Bone Picker] Lamy timid? The corpse eater must be happy to see the huge number of torches in this city! And he thinks he can escape my pursuit by hiding here?"

    There was disdain in Marion Lin's expression, and she seemed to be used to the noisy thoughts of the Red Demon King she had contracted with.

    "These are the rations for that corpse eater! And the Fire Mist Warrior, it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter!"

    The Magic Book continued to chatter, "Whether it's the Fire Mist Warrior or the Red World's disciple, my beautiful wine glass, Marjorine Duo, can't it just crush them all and burn them to ashes?"

    "Shut up, you idiot Mark."

    Marjorie pounded the noisy magic book with her hand to calm him down a little, "To get back to the subject, there are so many torches in this city that it's unbelievable. There is definitely something wrong with them. I want to investigate in depth. You  Help me find a guide to lead the way."

    "Follow your orders and obey your orders~"

    Immediately afterwards an incredible phenomenon occurred.  On the strap that fixed the book, a lock like the key attached to the diary opened by itself. Even though there was no wind, the inner pages began to flip.

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    In the courtyard of the Sakai family, Xia Na and Qiu Feng stared at the long silver knife inserted in front of them with strange expressions.

    There are no fancy decorations on the knife, but what is eye-catching is the blade, which is more than two meters long.

    ¡ª¡ªLong knife¡¤authentic.

    ¡°That, that¡­¡­¡­¡­¡±

    Yuji's voice suddenly came from the long sword, "How is it? Do you want Shana to use it?"

    "Ah, Sakai is unexpectedly bold~"

    Qiu Feng smiled like a Cheshire cat.  Shana's face turned red instantly.  Although there is also an element of shyness, it is mainly anger - the two-meter-long knife is used by the loli-shaped Shana. Isn't this a disguised mockery of her short stature?

    Shana was angry.

    So she took out the Zedian Zhana directly from the night hat.

    "Wait, wait! Shana, what do you want to do!?"

    Yuji, who transformed into a sword, had a bad feeling.

    "Didn't you let me try? So I used the Zhidian Zhelana to chop it. If it breaks, it means you are not qualified."

    Shana¡¯s voice was extremely cold.

    "If it breaks, I will die! Qiu, Qiujun, don't look at it, come and help me quickly!!"

    "What do you want to eat today next year?"

    "Why is it today next year? I want to eat later too!"

    "You can first think about how you will explain to your ancestors when you get to heaven."

    "Alastair!!"

    "¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­Feel sorry."

    "why is it like this!?"

    Accumulate strength.

    ¡°Ya, ya mee butterfly!!!¡±

    Behead.

    A beautiful horizontal slash.  At the same time, someone screamed.

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    ¡°No, it¡¯s not broken!¡±

    Although it flew out due to Shana's strange power, the long sword that Yuji transformed into didn't even have a single crack.

    "It's unbelievable. It's obviously a pain, but it can be so hard"

    "Qiu Jun, what do you want to do with the paper knife!?"

    "It's annoying. Of course it's execution - no, it's an experiment."

    "You just said execution, right! Is that right!? If you have that skill, I will definitely break it!"

    In the end, Yuji survived.

    Yuji, who returned to his original human posture, touched the cold sweat on his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.

    "Speaking of which, the skills you obtained are really strange."

    Qiu Feng sighed with his arms crossed.

    ¡ª¡ª[I am a sword?(BladeWork)], a skill that changes into a weapon.  At Yuji's current level, he can only transform into weapons with no special abilities, but if he grows up, he can even transform into weapons described in myths and legends.

    "But this ability is completely auxiliary."

    Yuji smiled bitterly.  Even if it turns into a weapon that can kill gods and no one uses it, it is no different from a mortal weapon.

    "You can't say that."

    "Although your ability is very limited, it will definitely be a great weapon if you can change your posture according to the battle situation."

    After a pause, he added, "But this will have to wait until you can change more postures. Work hard."

    "Um."

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    The cafe "Acropolis" is located at the top of the Misaki Atrium and Arcade.

    Sitting by the window, on both sides of the dining table, a thin old man wearing a retro suit and an ordinary teenager sat opposite each other.

    Through the wall against which the edge of the table rests - that is, the tempered glass - the bus terminal and the main road that separate Misaki City Station on both sides of the street, as well as the Misaki Ohashi Bridge and the downtown area extending from there, can be seen through a rarely seen sight.  The angle they saw showed a novel side to them.

    The decoration of the cafe is mainly made of blackened logs, which is just right for relieving the invisible pressure of being in a modern building.  Beige lighting with moderate brightness and matte-finished furniture are well-balanced in the spacious space.  The density between furniture and guests is very low, which can relax your mood.

    "You said we had something to talk about, so what exactly do you want to talk to me about?"

    The old man was the first to speak.

    Wearing a retro-style suit, with a slim and slender figure, a serious and sharp appearance and a straight back, the overall atmosphere exuded is reminiscent of the adjective "old gentleman".

    And the person he was asking about, the ordinary-looking young man who seemed to be missing the next moment he was thrown into the crowd, put down the spoon he was digging into for a sundae and raised his head slightly, his longing eyes making the old gentleman confused.

    "Are you treating me this time?"

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    The old gentleman is dead.

    (Didn¡¯t you bring me here because you said you had something important to talk about!? Why is it my treat!)

    "Can."

    Although he was complaining in his heart, the old gentleman still tried to maintain his grace.

    "3Q, [Bone Picker] - No, [Spiral Organ] Nancy Lian."

    The old gentleman was startled for a moment, then showed a helpless smile.

    "Let me introduce myself first."

    He licked the cream on the spoon carefully and put it in the cup reluctantly.

    "My name is Psionic.Slayer, just call me P. I invite you to come because I have something to ask for - naturally, I will give you a corresponding price."

    "oh?"

    Nancy Lian¡¯s interest was piqued.  She put down her coffee cup and asked, "Well, can I ask, what price are you going to give me?"

    ¡°The waiter will bring you another sundae~~¡±

    First, he ordered another sundae, and P showed the classic pose of a certain commander, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

    ¡°I¡¯ll help you restore that painting¡ªwhat¡¯s the price?¡±

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    Taking a deep breath to calm down her excitement, Nancy Lian asked in a slightly trembling voice.

    "¡ª¡ªWhat do you want me to do?"

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